El Calmante

I beg you, woman, by God, that you clarify me
There are rumors that you have a lover
That the remedy of my kisses no longer works for you
And that now you are looking for another sedative.

That there is a new doctor to heal you
That with me you only have suffering
And in my bedroom, he is giving you therapy
Supposedly practicing a new treatment.

I understand your laziness at night
And the supposed infection of your kidneys
For the other one, not even a toothache hurts you
And you change me for his new injections
That my formula is no longer worth it
That I can no longer fulfill your ambitions.

He has had you in intensive care
You don't respect my home, vile traitor
I gave you all my love and affection
And today you leave me bleeding until I die.

Go to hell with your new sedative
Even if you leave bitterness in my chest
As you have your lover as a diagnosis
Now all your ills are cured
You spend all your time on the street
And in my mind, killing me with doubts (repeat)